I grew up in Cleveland. I love Cleveland. Even when the rest of the world is laughing at it for pathetically adopting teams in the NBA Finals, or looking like a "Scooby Doo ghost town", or having "sports" teams, I defend my hometown with a blind and near-religious ferver. It's like having a little sibling. I can make fun of it, but no one else can.

All that said, I cannot defend this.

Cleveland's Progressive Field featured these "deals" on the menu:

So to review a hot dog will cost you $4. Three hot dogs will cost you $12. Which Progressive field claims will save you $1.50. What? The same mathematical quandary is present if you're the type of monster who goes to a baseball game and orders pizza. And look if this were the end of the story that would be fine. Typos happen. But it's not. The Huffington Post did a little reporting.

We called the Cleveland Indians to check the pricing, and to our dismay, the service representative politely confirmed the "deals," without noticing the blunder.

Update: Anne Keegan from the Indians points out that hot dogs and pizza at other places in the park are actually more expensive ($4.50 and $3.75 respectively). So chalk this up to a poorly worded, out of context menu page, rather than a failure of Cleveland mathematics. Now if we get some more jobs in the city and have the Indians find a way not to collapse every summer, I'll have no reason to be ashamed of my hometown.